“Not this man.” Christian’s mouth dragged below my jaw and was getting a rise out of me.
“Funny. I seem to recall you seducing a blonde around the time Viktor hired me.”
“That didn’t turn out well, did it?” His kisses moved up to my cheek and then the other, intentionally passing over my lips and making me yearn for that connection.
Christian seduced me like no other, drawing out my lust in a game we often played to see who would beg first.
I lifted up his tank top and pitched it over the ledge. Then I kissed his tattoo all the way down to his nipple. When I circled my tongue around the hardened peak, he sucked in a sharp breath.
Christian’s fangs punched out, and a wild look stirred in his eyes. I knew exactly which vein he wanted to sink those teeth into, and it wasn’t the one in my neck. Sexual energy buzzed at my fingertips, but it melted away when I touched his shoulders. Mage energy had no impact on a Vampire, so at least I never had to worry about shocking him to death.
I arched my back when he slid his hand up my shirt. With a quick pinch, he ripped my bra open and dragged his palm over my breast.
I moaned. Christian’s touch was so easy and left me wanting. I raised my shirt and pressed myself against him. When our heat collided, our lips found each other. The feather-soft kiss grew desperate and deepened into something passionate and primal.
My fingernails scored his back as I nibbled on his bottom lip. “I want a hot bath.”
“Aye. What else?”
“Lots of soap. Get myself all slick.”
His head dipped down, and he took my nipple into his mouth.
I tunneled my fingers through his hair and felt myself close to actually climaxing right there on the ledge of the balcony with my pants still on. “Then I’m going to rub oil all over my body. My breasts, my hips, my ass—everywhere.” I sucked in a sharp breath when his tongue flicked my nipple.
“And then what?”
I slid off the ledge and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Then I’m going to crawl onto the bed and lie on my back… with my knees bent.”
Christian liked the sex talk, but I was unraveling in his arms. When his fangs pierced my neck, mine punched out.
“What else?” he growled.
“I’m going to touch myself, and you’re going to tell me how to do it.”
The button and zipper on my jeans broke away as Christian wedged his hand into my panties. “Like this? Do you want more, lass?”
“Yes.”
His touch was gentle, lightly stroking until I was wet and needy. “Where am I?”
“You’re sitting in a chair at the foot of the bed.”
His beard brushed against my skin as he kissed my throat, my clavicle, my shoulder, and down to my other breast. How did he know exactly how much pressure to apply and when to speed up or slow down?
“And when do I join you?” he inquired.
My cheeks burned and my arms quivered as he stroked me faster. When a finger slipped inside, I gasped.
Christian kept a firm hold. “Answer me,” he said, his mouth between my breasts.
“You don’t join. You just watch me.”
His dark eyes rose to meet mine as if I’d said the magic words that awakened the beast in him. He straightened up, clutched me with one arm, and stroked me to the edge of release.
“I can’t do this out here,” I gasped.
“Aye, you can.”
